Oh my, I survived this place full of ruffians and rapscallions and one rather large, scary looking Latino fellow. I arrived in my consumer friendly car, IE Saturn, amid chrome terrain terrorizing machines, IE motor sickles only to be accosted by a waitress who said she'd make me a bloody Mary for free. Well, let me tell you, I promptly told her my name is not Mary and I grew up in the rough area of Tucson, also known as anywhere in Tucson, so I know how to handle myself, sister! Then that big scary Latino who had been following me around said "it's a drink, Sandy." How'd he know my name?!? Most of the riffraff was looking at me, clearly in jealousy, as I was wearing my summer white capris and snappy be-flowered flip-flops whilst they had on beat up, dirty leathers and I might even have seen a tattoo or two. Envy be thy name as they were clearly in awe of my spiffy suburban lady attire. I ordered a large breakfast of biscuits and gravy which were just merely okay. Odd, that Latino fellow sat down at my table as well and had steak and eggs which looked quite good and I say that as someone who can pass on a steak. He said it was eggscellent. No, really, he did. Apparently, this is an establishment for bikers but I didn't see anyone riding bicycles so it must have been too early in the day. That Latino chap said most of that crowd is still hungover and not out yet. Heavens! I am not in Kansas anymore which is funny in that I have never been to Kansas before. So I finished my meal, cast about some furtive glances, watched that Hispanic gentleman pay for both our meals, which was very nice of him - he claims to be a regular there and followed him out so he could go admire those two wheeled thingies in the parking lot. To my horror, he has keys that also open up my car and says to me "we have to go home because I have to work today." Oh my, I had to fan myself as I was getting a case of the vapors. Don't go here on a lark but if you're hungry and confident, enjoy. That Latino dude says it's cool but there has been a time or two he's had to leave because it was getting rough. Suffice it to say, this is a true biker bar, not for the timid or unworldly, so to speak but once in a while, we have to make our hubbys happy and go to one of their hang-outs. read more